1. O Lord, my Heart's not haughty grown,
Nor lofty are my Eyes;
In Things too great, and high, for me.
Is not mine Exercise.
2. Surely, I have composed my Mind,
And carry'd it as mild.
As Children weaned from the Breast;
My Soul's a weaned Child.
3. Let Isr'el learn, in God alone,
The God whom they adore,
To place their steadfast Hope, and Trust,
Both now, and evermore.
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First Line: | O Lord, my Heart's not haughty grown |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1752 |
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